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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:33 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:38 pm
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  ✑Gryffindor✑Fourth Year✑Seeker✑Writer✑Pureblood
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Romy didn't know why he'd come. He didn't have friends on either team, and he doubted he'd have any friends in he Stands. He ruffled his hair slightly, shivering in the chill of the day. It was so cold! His nose was pink with the slight illness he had. His hand was wrapped in heavy bandages, holding the still partially broken bones in place. So far, only he and Anna knew what had happened that day. Remy knew he'd broken his hand, but hadn't asked any questions. She was good about that. Remy didn't have to ask questions. She would be a good nurse, if she decided to go into that field. His hair was pressed down by his hat, eyes darker than usual. He just felt like hell. Why was he even here? He hadn't wanted to put clothes on that morning, let alone come and be social. The boy shivered, then put his hood over his hat, still shivering a bit. Wearing
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—Nevermore! |
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 9:32 pm
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 Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Casual in Locationspace
CURRENTLY // single // crushing // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'He's been having a rough go, I should show some support...' spacespac
'I know you don't like how I feel,
but please, try to remember,' ═════════════════════════════════
Damien made his way up the stands and took a seat, a fair ways away from everyone else. Not because he was avoiding any of them or didn't really want to sit with people, he just... didn't know any of those people. And he was here to show support for his friend, not to socialize. Although... Dom was playing, so it wasn't like he'd really see that Damien was there. But, after the game, Damien could walk up to him, say 'good game,' compliment him on a good shot or something. Dom'd had it pretty rough lately, what with his parents not approving of Gracie. He just... wasn't himself this year. Damien realized he'd sort of been pre-occupied with Marina, and had sort of wondered why Dom seemed like he was avoiding them. Then, he'd realized that it was probably because they'd made the same decision concerning their halfblood girlfriends... and Damien's had gone about as well as he could have hoped, while Dom's had basically blown up in his face. Seeing the two of them together was probably a bit much for his friend. So, he'd come to the game, sans girlfriend, possibly the first time the two of them hadn't been seen together all term, to show support, and maybe to hang out with Dom a bit after the game. Let the guy stomp him at a game of chess or something, sit down for a meal.
In the meantime... he guessed he would just watch the game. He wished that Marina was here to keep him entertained, since he didn't really care for sports, but, again, the point was to hang out with just Dom... after the game. Now... he had no idea what to do until then. Other than try to focus on the game.
This was going to be so boring for him. Dom was lucky he was such a good friend.
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'It's natural for a thing like me...'
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 12:59 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 1:25 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 12:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 3:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 5:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 5:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 8:59 pm
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Eleanora McKenny
Hufflepuff First Year
 
Nora grinned at Sariwa, reaching the seats closest to the action. "Yep, this is my first time at a game! I would love to go the World Cup sometime - maybe once I graduate." she said, turning her eyes back to the game. Her nerves buzzed with excitement, and when the balls were put into play, she leaped up with a yell of adrenalin. "Come on Ravenclaw! Go get the Quaffel!" she hollered, as if one of the players could actually hear her. She beamed at Sariwa, cheeks flushed by the crisp breeze as she leaned over the banister. "The quaffle is that red ball there," she pointed, "and the chasers, which are those six," she pointed again, "try to get it through the hoops on either end. The keepers' job is to try and block it, though." she finished, totally enthralled by the airborne sport as the wind whipped her hair around her shoulders and the cheer from the crowd grew to a fevered, ecstatic pitch.
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Location: Quidditch stands
